I bring those whom I love to You,

commit each to

Your loving care:

then carry them away again

nor leave them there:

forgetting You

Who lived to die

(and rose again!)

care more than I.

So back I come

with my heart’s load,

confessing my lack of faith

in You alone,

addressing

all I cannot understand

to You

Who do.

You know each heart,

each hidden wound,

each scar,

each one who played a part

in making those

we bring to You

the ones they are

(and dearer each to You

than us, by far),

So—

now I give them

to Your loving care,

with thankful heart,

—and leave them there.